29. Athena
CHAPTER 29
Athena
JANUARY 18TH
M y uterus is trying to kill me.
Not figuratively. I’m not overreacting. I swear, my body is trying to murder me.
I’m lying humping a hot water bottle, I’ve taken as much Midol as I’m allowed to for the day, and I’m in bed with the Raccoon’s game on my laptop.
They’re in the third period. It’s almost time to see my guy. It’s nice that they’re winning and all, yadda yadda, but ultimately, I just want to see my guy.
We decided not to tell anyone yet. We agreed that if something went wrong between us in the beginning, like with teething problems and whatever and we broke up, we wouldn’t want to tell my brothers and have them go on that ride with us.
We’ll tell them when we know everything’s, you know, holding steady.
I dunno. There’s something nice about no one else knowing, or having an opinion, or getting involved in my relationship with Scott.
Raccoons win the puck from the faceoff, but it’s quickly turned over. One of the Wolves plays it up, it’s kept alive by one of his teammates. He’s charging right in toward my brother in the goal, shit, he’s taking a shot.
I hold my breath but there’s no need, Ares snatches the puck from the air, depriving his opponent from getting off the ground and on the scoreboard.
It’s one-nil to the Raccoons. One adjustment I’d like to see them make in their game play right now is to try to get more transition with two or three bodies, like would it kill them to get a couple of two-on-ones going?
We all know that you want to get their goalie moving more from side to side, it’s the only way they’re going to beat him tonight. He’s good, a worthy competitor to face my brother, but the Raccoons should have more in the net than they do right now.
They need to stop swatting at the puck, and actually—shit, Artemis is called for a high stick, and they’re checking for blood.
The linesman says no blood, but it is a power play for the Wolves.
What is it about the penalty kill that gets me all worked up? I mean, there’s something so delicious about watching Scott patrol in front of Ares. Those thick thighs working overtime as he busts his ass to keep the puck out of the net for two minutes while Artemis sits in time out.
Scott’s exhausted, his movements slow and heavy. They need a line change that isn’t coming. Somehow, he perseveres and helps to keep the puck out of Ares’s net.
That’s it, I’ve decided. The penalty kill is sexy.
Something about the way the sweat streams down his face, the determination etched in his stoic features, his strong body taking a pounding and not giving up.
The temptation to slip my hand into my pjs is overwhelming, but it would be weird when my brothers are on the screen too, so I resist the urge.
If I wasn’t on my period, that man would learn just how impressive I think he is on the ice.
I must have fallen asleep. My phone vibrating next to my head makes me snap upright with a start, something’s stuck to my face. A swipe of my fingers tells me it’s half a Ghirardelli square.
Just call me classy.
Scott’s name is on my screen.
Gizmo: I’m about to head your way. Need anything?
Athena: I think I fell asleep somewhere between the penalty kill and the end of the game. How did you do?
Gizmo: Two-nil. Midol?
There’s already a smile curving my lips upward.
Athena: I’m good thanks.
Gizmo: Tampons? I’m not afraid to buy them, you know. I might bring you the wrong ones, or bring you all of them in the entire store, but I’m willing to try.
I’m straight up laughing now. He’s such a dork. Adorable, but a dork. Adorkable.
Athena: I use a cup.
It’s probably an overshare, but he kind of did ask.
Gizmo: Snacks?
I reattach the Ghirardelli square to my face, snap a super sexy selfie, and send it to him.
Gizmo: LOL! Did you leave any for me?
Scanning the surface of my bed, I take a quick inventory.
Athena: Could do with more chips. Good for chocolate. Might want to grab another pack of Twizzlers.
Gizmo: More HDMI cables. On it. If you’re mainlining pop, you might want to drink some water. I read that caffeine on your period isn’t good for you.
Athena: Are you mansplaining my period to me?
Gizmo: No!!!! I would never. Just making sure you stay hydrated. Water’s always a good choice, Bright Eyes.
He’s also cute when he’s backpedaling.
Gizmo: I’ll be with you in twenty. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.
I rest my head back down onto the bed, curling myself around the now warm hot water bottle. Someone opening my bedroom door draws me out of another unexpected nap.
He’s there, looking fifty shades of delicious in my doorway. Handsome in his suit, grocery store bag in one hand. He’s resting his forearm on the wood of the doorframe, that lazy smile directed right at me.
“You’re adorable when you’re sleeping, Bright Eyes.”
Instinctively, I swipe at my chin with my hand to make sure I haven’t been drooling. “How long have you been standing there?”
“It’s cheesy if I say long enough, right? That’s what they all say in the movies. Don’t worry, already checked for drool in case I could snap a picture. The mighty Athena de la Pena drools like the rest of us.” He shrugs. “No dice.” He looks like he’s about to move toward me, but I hold up a hand.
“Don’t. Let me look at you a little longer.”
“You can still look at me when I’m closer, you know. Eyes are amazing things. Kinda gooey and gross, but also amazing.”
I shake my head. “You’re too hot to come any closer. I have urges.”
His face twists. “So? I have urges too. Want to see my urges?” He moves to open his fly, bag still clutched in his hand.
I scowl at him. “Don’t taunt me, Scottie. I watched that penalty kill.”
He looks even more confused but steps closer all the same. “Wait. You got turned on by the PK? That’s a new one. Can’t say it feels sexy in the heat of the game. Kinda burns in all the wrong ways.”
I roll my eyes. “Hence being so damn hot.”
He takes another step, his eyes taking in the strewn confectionary decorating my bed. “Rough day?”
I groan. “My uterus is trying to kill me.”
He nods at me, threading his fingers into my hair. “I can only imagine, Bright Eyes. Anything I can do?”
“Rip it out with a crochet hook? A fork?” A little dramatic? Sure. But also, pretty sure it would help me not feel so much like death.
He chuckles. “I was thinking something a little less… permanent?” He rolls me onto my back, sits on the edge of the bed, then rubs my abdomen. I can’t say it’s not nice, the pressure, the heat, the concern… but the heat in his eyes suggests exactly what he has in mind.
“Scooooott.” I drag out his name. “We can’t have sex. I’m on my period.”
He clucks his tongue, shoving a bunch of candy out of the way. “And?”
“And it’s not the, like, day five to seven tail end of my period, Gizmo. It’s day two. It’s gruesome, it’s gnarly, it’s like something out of a horror film. It’s not sexy.”
“I’ve dealt with blood before, Athena.”
I snort. “Sure.” Sweeping my fingers over his face. “From busted lips, and heads, and your nose. Not menstrual blood. It’s a different beast entirely.”
He moves his hand under the band of my pj pants, but I slap his hand. He leans over me, nuzzles his nose against mine. “Didn’t you tell me you had a cup in?”
“Yeah.” Where’s he going with this?
“So, I can make you come without you getting weirded out by blood, right?”
“If you stick to my clit, sure.” Are we really negotiating him fingering me on my period? I’ve never had a guy touch me while I’m bleeding. Does he really not care? Or is he trying to make me feel better?
His fingers wander under my pants toward my clit, I can’t help it, I’m a passenger to the lust raging through my body. I’m always hornier on my period, sure, but I generally get off in the shower, or right before I’m supposed to shower. I’ve never thought to simply… come. Isn’t it weird? Do people do it?
Fuck. His fingers circle my clit.
Do I care if people do it?
What if I like it, and he doesn’t?
My body shivers, my nipples harden. I can’t resist the urge to slip off my pj shirt and play with my swollen, tender breasts while his hand moves inside my pants.
“It helps, you know?” He’s murmuring close to my ear, but I’m distracted by the heavy pleasure in my body.
“I read that sex on your period can help with cramping, Bright Eyes. Let me try, please?”
A sigh slips between my parted lips. “You really don’t care?”
“No, Athena, I don’t care. If you do, we can put down a towel, but I truly don’t care. I’d fuck you every day of the month, twice a day if you’d let me.” After a long pause he kisses my cheek. “Fine, that may break my dick, and make you sore, but I would, if it didn’t.”
His fingers don’t stop, in fact, they get faster, picking up speed as he circles and skims my swollen clit.
Gripping his hand on a sharp breath, I whisper his name. “I take longer to orgasm on my period.”
“Don’t care,” is his reply as he kisses me deeply. “If you want to try, I’m down for it. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I’m also not going to hide from the fact that period sex doesn’t deter me from wanting you.”
He kisses me again. “I don’t think it’s gross at all.” Another kiss. “And if it helps it could work in my favor for every month going forward.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Win, win.”
Why is this so tempting? Shouldn’t I be grossed out by it? But it feels so goddamn good.
My back arches, head tips back, and I’m rolling my hips as he fingers me.
“Tell me you don’t like it, Athena.”
I can’t.
“Tell me you don’t want it.”
Still can’t.
“Tell me to stop.”
I grip his hand as if to warn him that if he stops, he’ll lose his arm. But he stops.
“Scott!” I bolt upright, letting go of my tits. “Do it again.”
He folds his arms, toeing at something on the floor, probably the edge of my plush rug. “Go empty your cup.”
“Scott, please.”
The corners of his lips twitch. “Are you going to beg for me, Bright Eyes? Take out your cup.”
I shake my head, folding my own arms, but my sensitive nipples make me shiver. “What if we make a mess?”
He rolls his eyes. “Last warning. Take. Out. Your. Cup. Before I do it for you, right here, right now. I’m giving you the chance to go into the bathroom and figure it out. If I do it, we’re going to make more of a mess. Your call.”
The determination in his eyes just adds to the heat brewing in my body. A resigned sigh propels me into the bathroom where I do as he instructed me to and take out the damn cup.
After a quick rinse—of the cup and my lady garden, just in case—hands find their way to my hips. In the mirror, our eyes meet. He’s already naked.
“Here? Are you sure?”
He shrugs in the mirror before kissing the side of my neck and palming my ass cheeks.
“If we make a mess it won’t get on your sheets or your carpet. I figured you might be more comfortable.” He leans against my back, his dick pressing against my ass, and reaches a palm around to cup my throat, tipping my head back so he can kiss me. “I don’t care where I fuck you, Bright Eyes. Just that you get my dick wet.”
An animalistic rattle builds in my chest as he inches me onto his dick, stretching me around him to accommodate his cock. Fuck, it feels so good, he feels so good. As my eyelids flutter closed, he rams into me the last few inches. “Eyes on me, Athena.”
My eyes snap open and meet his intense gaze in the mirror.
“Don’t close them, Bright Eyes. Keep them open. Let me see how beautiful you look when you’re taking my cock.” His fingers walk up my hips, my ribs, then his palms cup my tits. When he pinches my nipples, a sharp jab of delectable pain shoots through me, so I toss my head back onto his shoulder on a moan.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He pinches again but nudges me so my head rights. “Eyes. On. Me.”
He drops his hands from my breasts. “Touch them yourself, I need to fuck you.” His words light a fire between my thighs. I love his dirty mouth.
He grips me, right at the curve where my waist swells into my hips, fingers curling, biting into the flesh. Not taking his eyes off mine in the brightly lit mirror, he moves his hips, plunging deeper and deeper into me with each thrust.
My pants quickly turn to screams, making him pause. “Too much?”
I reach behind me, swiping and grabbing at whatever skin I can reach. “Don’t fucking stop, Scott. Please, don’t stop.”
He laughs as he resumes pounding me. I don’t know if it’s because everything’s swollen inside me, my body’s angry and sensitive, but there’s something amazing in the way he takes me.
Slightly bent forward, my hands drop from my tits the harder he thrusts to grip the edge of the counter. The deeper he plunges, the whiter my knuckles get. He fucks me so hard; he’s so deep inside me I see stars.
“Going… to… come…” Sweat trickles down his temples, his teeth are gritted and his muscles twitch in his face.
Instead of letting it happen, he slips a hand from clutching my side and goes back to fingering me. It’s not starting over; it’s like he’s pouring accelerant on a flame that had begun to ebb. My orgasm sparks somewhere deep inside, reminding me it’s not gone, reminding me that while it’s taking longer than when I’m not on my period, it’s still coming.
As though he can feel it somehow, his fingers move faster, his cock rams me harder.
“Come w-with me, Bright Eyes.” His speech is slow, his movements jerky, and frustration sinks into my skin as it takes longer and longer for me to get where we both want to be.
It seems he can’t wait any longer, he grunts, dropping his head to my shoulder, his body heaving from the effort. Despite a momentary pause, his fingers don’t stop, they keep swirling around my slick clit, driving me closer and closer to the sweet release I can almost taste.
When it hits, it’s from all sides, powerful, instant, immersive. My body jerks, my legs go weak, but his hands are there to steady me through my orgasm. Sweat coats my skin, something trickles down my leg but I’m shaking too hard to truly care if it’s cum or blood, and my throat is raw as Scott’s name bursts from me on a scream.
I slink onto the floor through the aftershocks of my ecstasy. Scott eases my body to the ground, folding himself around me so I land in his lap, and holds me as my muscles spasm, twitch, and my entire being catches its breath.
He burrows his nose into my hair to breathe me in. “I love you, Bright Eyes. I love you with my whole heart.”